Chapter 349: [Vol. 6 pt. 28]

“So, Mister Smiles is a spy,” Fenrir confirmed with Serra.

Later in the day, while exhausted with bags under her eyes to make her look more like the stereotypical sleepy, short girl who spoke with a monotone voice in anime that she was always meant to be, Serra told Fenrir about her meeting with Mister Smiles and also told him about the hours and hours of training they did. She even told him all about killing her very first slime while barely managing to stay awake for the explanation, earning her a pat on the head from Fenrir.

Meanwhile, Fenrir looked like the stereotypical harem protagonist from harem anime that he was always meant to be. While Cassiel sat next to him, leaning her back against his side, Nell was in the process of giving his shoulders a massage, Azalabulia sat on his other side and was so distracted by imagining new names for her spells that she didn’t notice she was borderline rubbing against his side, and then there was Serra sitting across from him telling him all about what happened with Mister Smiles. That wasn’t what was making Fenrir more like a harem protagonist, of course. Instead, it was her playing with his feet using her own underneath the table as they talked. Occasionally, she would slide her feet up along his legs and toward his thighs before getting stopped by him closing his legs together around her feet to trap them.

The only one not doing anything to make Fenrir the object of every man’s jealousy was Eva. Eva was too busy dissecting an insect she found and drawing what she saw inside on a piece of paper. As for why, her concentration on the task was too high for any of them to get an answer out of her. All they knew was that she sat down, cut open an insect, and began to draw it while writing the occasional note down to go along with the drawing.

Most of Cassiel’s attention was on what Eva was doing. As much as it made her cringe, she couldn’t look away from it.

As for the harem protagonist – well, perhaps he wasn’t too stereotypical since what he was doing was probably more involved with his “harem members” than most harems throughout their entire series combined. Serra alone ensured that Fenrir would never fall into the status of a truly stereotypical harem protagonist as she would never allow him to be dense to everything sexual.

“Yeah,” Serra said, once more confirming what she learned about Mister Smiles. “Oh. Did I say I killed a slime?”

“Multiple times,” Fenrir answered. “I’m proud of you. My little Serra is all grown up.”

Serra looks down at her chest and gropes it. “I don’t feel any bigger.”

“You grew up on the inside.”

“There’s only one way to test that.”

Fenrir tilted his head just before Serra formed an O-shape with one hand’s fingers to thrust a finger from her other hand into.

“I don’t know why I feel even slightly surprised by that,” Fenrir sighed. Then he was a little bit disappointed that Nell left his shoulders so that she could switch over to her next lover in need of a shoulder massage. After all, it wasn’t fair if he was the only one who got massaged!

Serra was the one who got a massage first. Because of just how tired she was, and to reward her for her hard work, Nell thought it would be a good idea to rub her shoulders. Then she didn’t want to leave the others out, so she gave Cassiel a massage. Then Fenrir. Next in the group was Azalabulia.

As soon as Nell’s fingers began to work Azalabulia’s shoulders, the teacher-turned-chuuni practically melted and was torn out of her thoughts as a result. Fenrir couldn’t help but notice that even just a simple massage was enough to make Azalabulia look just like one of those girls from the hentai that he looked at who were drawn to look as if they were, sometimes literally in the case of slime girls, melting from pleasure.

This was very valuable information. What if he tried to combine a massage with sex? What if he used a massage on her and then did lewd things to her? Or what if he did what that one guy he once saw a video of online recommend and give her a massage after sex?

“I should really watch some more of that guy’s videos,” Fenrir thought to himself. He knew that he was nowhere near the best or anything when it came to the bedroom with his girlfriends, so why not learn from watching videos from that ex-porn actor who made a career out of talking about all things sexual? Besides, he already knew that Serra and Nell watched all of his videos as they came out. If they approved of him, then Fenrir knew that the guy must have known what he was talking about.

That made things just a little bit troublesome. It wasn’t that Fenrir minded two of his girlfriends being fangirls of some online content creator who had built his career off of sex, but he did mind that said creator was always bringing up some other online game that allowed people to have all sorts of crazy sex inside of it. This meant that both Serra and Nell kept on suggesting that they should go try it out for very lewd reasons.

Fantasy Tales Online was the only VRMMORPG that Fenrir needed.

There was also the fact that Fenrir knew he had a terrible habit of ditching whatever game he was playing to go and become obsessed with a new game. Thus, he would be sticking to Fantasy Tales Online.

Regardless, somehow combining sex with a massage was something that Fenrir was absolutely going to try on Azalabulia at some point. Both of them basically had the effect of turning her into pure putty, so there was no way that he wasn’t going to try it.

But back to the topic of Mister Smiles being a spy, Fenrir—

“Oh. Nell,” Serra said.

“Yes, my dearest Serra?” Nell asked in response.

“Since Fen won’t play that game with us, if we play it, I’ll try to get tentacles.”

“That sounds delightful! With how much we have been looking into it lately, we really should go ahead and actually give it a try.”

“Yeah. Once we’re done with the important stuff here.”

“Wait, you can have tentacles in that game?” Fenrir asked.

“Yeah.”

Suddenly, Fenrir felt much more interested in this other game.

“You can do that here,” Eva interjected. “Grow tentacles. Become tentacles. Summon tentacles. Tame tentacles. One of the scholars I know is obsessed with tentacles. I think his last invention was a tub that was full of tentacles living inside of it that would come out through some holes whenever anybody was inside of it. And… I’m sure you can imagine what the tub filled with instead of water.”

Thankfully, Eva was there to remind Fenrir that Fantasy Tales Online was the superior VRMMORPG. Next to anything was possible in it, so why try any other game? All players had to do was figure out how to do what they wanted to do. The AI overseer could even add new content in the blink of an eye to the game to accommodate every single player in unique ways. No other VRMMORPG offered that.

If Fenrir ever wanted to explore the tentacle fetish that hentai gave him, he could do so in Fantasy Tales Online! There would be no cheating on his game of choice!

Meanwhile, Serra and Nell shared a sigh. They were not planning on Eva’s remark which ruined their secret plan to tempt Fenrir into giving the other game a try.

“Right. Anything else?” Fenrir asked Serra. “Do we just know that he’s a spy or were you actually able to find out his intentions or anything?”

There was also the fact that Mister Smiles was not a he and was, in fact, a woman, but Serra decided to leave that part out as she didn’t see how it was relevant at all. Mister Smiles seemed to trust her, and Serra most likely already betrayed that trust by reporting on her being a spy, so there was no need to ruin it even more.

“Maybe she – maybe he’s a good spy,” Serra said. Fortunately, with how tired Serra looked, a little slip up like accidentally calling Mister Smiles a she instead of a he was nothing for the others to be suspicious about.

And then Serra realized something.

What if letting Fenrir think that Mister Smiles was a guy was a bad idea? What if he might feel jealous that she was spending time with another man alone for so long while everybody else was asleep? Sure, she explained that she partly did it that way because she wanted to surprise them, but what if he or any of her girlfriends still felt jealous about it or were suspicious in any way?

“I mean, it’s possible that he could be a good spy. It’s not like every spy has to be evil and want to plot our downfall or anything. Besides, there’s not exactly anything to spy on over here. Nell is the only one over here with any secrets, and I’m pretty sure most have figured out what she is already, so it’s not really a secret that matters all that much. We’ll just go and free her again if anybody tries to steal her from us.”

Serra nodded and then said what was on her mind. “And… is it okay that I trained with Mister Smiles?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Because. I was alone with him all night.”

Fenrir couldn’t help but to smile at Serra’s concern. “I see. I understand what’s going on now. You cheated on all of us, didn’t you? Not only did you cheat on us, but Mister Smiles convinced you to join his side so now you’re spying on us as well. The only reason you’re telling us about Mister Smiles being a spy is so that we aren’t suspicious of you.”

“Ah, what a plot twist!” Nell said. “Corrupted by another man in both body and mind, now turned against those she once loved! The only question now is whether we will succeed in reverting our Serra to her true self or if she and her new master will corrupt the rest of us along with her. Perhaps that smiling evil wishes to acquire a harem of his own? One consisting of not only all of us women, but you as well, my hero?”

“I’m fine with being in Serra’s harem but I don’t think I want to be in any guy’s harem.”

“Ah, you do not think you want to be. I see. Your choice of words tells me everything that I need to know, my hero.”

“I guess Olly has been rubbing off on me.”

“I am sure he would much rather be rubbing onto you.”

Meanwhile in real life, sitting in a college classroom as the professor droned on about various legal matters, the man behind Oleander, Spencer, suddenly felt a tiny bit of pride for an unknown reason. This inspired him to pay even closer attention to class so that he could be proud of himself for the day. The prouder that he made himself in real life, the more homoerotic he could be in-game later.

“Anyways,” Fenrir said, “no. You can hang out with whoever you want. As long as you’re safe, I don’t care.”

“I think I’m disappointed,” Serra said.

“Why?”

“I don’t want you to be upset with me but I think it’d be nice if you were a little jealous. Only a little bit. You’ve never been jealous before.”

“I mean, I understand that. Sometimes I think it’d be nice to see any of you be jealous, but I’m way happier to know that you all trust me instead. That’s why I’m not jealous. Sorry, but I guess I just trust you too much to even consider being jealous. Well… there might have been a few times before where I was a tiny bit jealous over little things, but none of that was serious so I guess it doesn’t count.”

A sleepy smile curled Serra’s lips. “It’s okay. Trust is better than jealousy.”

“There is a very simple solution to this. All my hero needs to do is act jealous so that you may experience what it would be like,” Nell proposed.

“Ooh. Nice.”

“I could do that if you really want me to, I guess,” Fenrir said. “I used to be pretty jealous when I was younger, so I can probably give you a convincing act. Just… don’t cringe if I do a bad job since it’ll basically be roleplaying.”

Suddenly, all of his girlfriends were far more interested in the conversation and turned to look at him.

“I can’t do it if you’re all going to stare at me like this,” Fenrir said.

Even Eva stopped paying attention to her dissection to give him her undivided attention.

“At least pretend to go back to normal,” Fenrir sighed.

The girls all did their best to return to “normal” while still doing their best to pay attention to him.

“Do you really want me to do this?” Fenrir asked Serra.

“Yeah. Nobody has ever been jealous over me. I want to know how it feels,” Serra answered.

There was no way that Fenrir could resist giving her what she wanted after hearing her say that.

Fenrir mentally slapped his cheeks and prepared himself to act jealous.

He had some extra support, too.

“You can do it, onii-wan! One, two, three, four, I don’t know imagine some rhyming cheer or something here!” Saya cheered him on. “I’ll even wear a cheerleader uniform with pom poms next time I see you.”

“It’s weird when you’re being this supportive,” Fenrir thought back to her.

“I’m only doing this because you’re setting aside your pride to do something for your girlfriend. Are you forgetting all the other times I’ve been nice to you because you did something else nice for them?”

“Right. So, next time I see you, you’re going to be my pseudo little sister who’s got dog ears and a dog tail, dressed up like a cheerleader? Will you even do one of those cheer dances for me?”

“You’re pushing your luck now. Also, you pronounced pseudo wrong.”

“No I didn’t. Pseudo. Sway-dough.”

“That’s… not how you pronounce it, onii-wan. It’s pseudo. Soo-dough.”

“You’re inside of my head. Aren’t you supposed to take my side?”

“I’m not going to take your side when it comes to the butchering of our language.”

“I’m never going to not use sway-dough. Sway-dough is the superior pronounciation of pseudo and anybody who uses the other pronounciation might be technically right, but they’re wrong in the spirit of how language should work.”

“That… that makes no sense, onii-wan. I’m inside of your head and am supposed to be able to understand everything you say or think, but that still makes no sense. Just admit you’re wrong.”

“I will never—”

“Fen?” Cassiel asked.

“My hero must have been distracted by his virtual assistant,” Nell said. “Ah, if only we could witness whatever it is that goes on within his head that distracts him from us.”

“Sorry,” Fenrir said. “Real quick, how do you all pronounce pseudo?”

“What did you just say?” Cassiel asked.

“Pseudo,” Fenrir repeated, still pronouncing it as sway-dough.

“I… have no idea what you’re saying.”

The rest of his girlfriends had no idea either.

Aside from one of them.

“He’s saying pseudo,” Eva said, pronouncing it just as he did. “You know. P-s-e-u-d-o. Pseudo.”

“That’s not how you pronounce it,” Cassiel said.

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“It is. It’s the objectively best method of pronouncing it,” Fenrir explained. “Anybody who says otherwise is—”

“Anybody who says otherwise is correct,” Azalabulia said, no longer in the process of melting away underneath Nell’s hands. When Fenrir turned to look at her, he saw what he did.

He flipped her teacher switch.

“While I understand since I have had other students attempt to pronounce it that way, ‘sway-dough’ is not the correct pronounciation. Next, you’re going to tell me that thyme is pronounced as thime,” Azalabulia said.

“But… but it is,” Fenrir replied. “It’s thime. Why have the H and Y there if we’re just going to ignore them? And if it’s going to be pronounced like time then it should just be spelled that way.”

“Fenrir, I will never let you educate our children if this is what you believe.”

Even as far as teacher mode went, Fenrir never saw Azalabulia this serious.

And it wasn’t about to last, either.

As soon as Azalabulia realized that she implied they were going to have multiple children as if it was some sort of fact, she turned a bright red and covered up her face with her hands while sinking back into her chair.

Nell put extra effort into kneading Azalabulia’s shoulders after that. Needless to say, Azalabulia went from embarrassed blushing to pleased melting once more.

Massages were truly powerful things.

“This is all your fault,” Fenrir thought to Saya.

“Whatever you say, onii-wan. Hurry up and be jealous for your girlfriends or else you’re never going to see me as a cheerleader for you,” Saya said.

Acting jealous so that Serra could experience it since she wanted to was already all the reason that Fenrir needed. Getting to see Saya dressed up as a cheerleader for him was also all of the reason that he could ever need. Therefore, he had twice as much reason as he needed, so he was going to have to do a really good job.

To properly get into character, Fenrir slouched back into his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “So, Serra. You spent the night with some other guy?”

Sure, trust might have been better in every way, but Serra definitely found this nice and it was only just beginning. “Yeah.”

Of course, the rest of his girlfriends were also back to paying full attention to him, but they tried to be subtle about it this time so as to not ruin to the mood.

Fenrir continued. “Why didn’t you ask me for help?”

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“So, you wanted to surprise me by being all alone with some other guy in a forest in the middle of the night while the rest of us were sleeping? Am I supposed to be happy about that or something?”

Serra gulped. The other girls also found it hard to pretend they were only subtly paying attention when he was able to get so serious about it. “We – we didn’t do anything bad…”

“I don’t even know him so how am I supposed to trust him to be around you? I have no idea what he might have been saying or doing around you. What if he was flirting with you and you didn’t notice it? What if he was putting his hands on you to ‘help’ you and you didn’t think anything of it because you had faith in some guy you don’t even know?”

“He only touched my wrists and waist to help me get into… positions,” Serra said, purposely making it sound worse than it was to give Fenrir more to act jealous over. Of course, the only positions that Mister Smiles helped Serra to get into were stances to hold a sword with.

“Great. So he was touching you. This is a great surprise you’ve given me. And what were you doing when you weren’t ‘training?’ Did this ‘training’ really take you all night? That seems like a lot of time to spend alone with some new guy. You know that I’m here to help you whenever you want no matter what, but you still went and screwed around with some bastard I don’t even know. Thanks for the surprise, I guess.”

At this point, Fenrir sounded so serious that it was hard to believe he was only pretending. He sounded genuinely upset to go along with the sarcastic sass. That was why Serra got out of her seat, crawled underneath the table, and came back up on the other side between Fenrir’s legs to climb onto him. Straddling his lap, Serra wrapped her arms around his neck and said, “I’m sorry. I feel bad. Please don’t be jealous.”

And just like that, Fenrir smiled and gave Serra a kiss. “I’m not, don’t worry. Anyways, was that jealous enough for you?”

Serra smiled from the kiss and nodded her head. “Yeah. The last part was kinda scary. Scary is hot but it made me feel bad.”

“It made me want to punch you,” Cassiel told Fenrir. “You sounded just like my dad. Seriously, I’m leaving if you ever seriously act like that.”

“Ma-maybe I was a bit too convincing,” Fenrir said. “I used to be kind of like that when I was like… thirteen or fourteen back when I had my first online ‘girlfriends,’ but I swear I’m nothing like that now.”

“I know. I wouldn’t be here if you were.” To add a little bit of extra proof to her statement, she grabbed his nearest hand with her own to interlock her fingers with his.

“I must agree with my dearest Cassiel on this matter. If you ever truly behaved in such a manner, I would not receive it positively,” Nell said. “However, for purely roleplay purposes… that was rather wonderful. I am imagining a scenario in which you are so deeply jealous of my innocent time with another man that you force yourself onto me to ‘mark’ me so that all others know who I belong to! For hours upon hours, you—”

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Nell was not interrupted, yet she still stopped.

Then she looked around.

The others were all quiet. No interruptions, nobody changing the subject – nothing.

“Is – is something the matter?” Nell asked.

“Nope. Why would something be wrong?” Fenrir asked in return.

“A-ah. Well. I am used to my fantasies being cut off when they reach that length usually.”

“Sorry. I figured that if I can give Serra what she wants, I can let you tell us all about your fantasies. It’s probably not a good thing that we always interrupt you.”

“Please, my hero, it is most alright. If you never interrupt me then you would lose entire days of time listening to me ramble on and on about such silly fantasies.”

“Oh no. I’d have to listen to my girlfriend who I love talk to me all day. Whatever will I do. Somebody, please help me. I can’t stand the thought of spending all day listening to the beautiful voice of my girlfriend.”

Fenrir’s sarcastic teasing was enough to bring a wide grin to Nell’s face. “I think that was the first time I have ever had my voice called beautiful before. Thank you, my hero. I think I shall order a new sweater later to repay you.”

If Fenrir wasn’t holding hands with Cassiel while Serra sat on top of his lap, he would have leaned back to pump his fists into the air at the news of Nell getting a new sweater.

Fetishes involving tentacles were temporary. Fetishes involving sweaters were immortal.

Finally, Nell ended Azalabulia’s massage—which caused no short amount of whining from the supposed-to-be-a-mature-teacher—and moved over to Eva. Eva was the last one to sit down at the table they were hanging around, so she was the last one to get a massage.

A pleasured sigh left Eva’s mouth as soon as Nell’s fingers began their work on her shoulders. “You’re good at this,” Eva said.

“You should experience a massage from my dearest Serra. Her massages put mine to shame,” Nell explained. “I supposed that is what happens when your home while growing up treats massages as currency.”

“Massages as currency?” Eva asked Serra.

“Yeah. I got anything I wanted with them,” Serra answered. “I got out of punishment. I got toys. I got whatever I wanted by massaging the right mom.”

“The… right mom?”

“I have a bunch of moms. And dads. Four moms, five dads. The best part of having so many parents is that they don’t all agree on everything. If one or two said no, there were still others I could ask for stuff.”

“That sounds like it could potentially cause a lot of drama and arguments.”

“Nah. They all had lots and lots of sex together so they were never upset.”

“I can’t even begin to imagine what a house would be like with that many dads and moms in it.”

“Lots of sex. They made sure we never saw anything but they always talked about it and were loud enough that we could hear. Especially my two moms who always fought to see who was more dominant. Oh, and my two dads who always fought to see who was more submissive.”

“How… how many siblings do you have? Any brothers or sisters?”

“A lot. Ten sisters, six brothers. I think. I lost count.”

“Wow. I can’t imagine what that would be like. I have two older sisters and I thought that was horrible while growing up.”

“Must be nice. I always wanted siblings,” Azalabulia sighed.

“You can live through our kids, Azawaza,” Serra said. “We’ll have a bunch.”

Azalabulia went back to blushing as Serra’s statement caused Eva to come up with a curious question. “How many kids do you plan on having?”

“At least ten. And everybody else needs to have a lot, too.”

Eva gulped which was something that none of them had ever noticed her do before. “How does it even work? When you have that many kids and parents? Do the parents only look after the kids they were related to?”

“They all worked together. I had my dad and mom who gave birth to me, but they didn’t treat me special and I didn’t treat them special. They treated all of us kids the same and we treated all of our parents the same. They didn’t want there to ever be any favorites.”

“Sorry if this is maybe too personal, but do you love them all the same? Or do you love your blood parents more?”

Serra shook her head. “It’s okay. I love them all the same. I wouldn’t want our kids to love me more either if I gave birth to them. I want us all to be equal.”

“I feel like there could be a funny meme in there somewhere,” Cassiel said. “Something something redistribute the love.”

“You… you like memes?” Fenrir asked.

“I know I don’t bring them up much, but yeah, they can be funny sometimes.”

“I’d like to see you make memes.”

“I’ll pass. I’d rather just look at them.”

“You filthy lurker.”

“You… I can’t think of any insults that I won’t regret.” So, instead of insulting him, she squeezed his hand even tighter.

“Well then! Since you asked those questions, it is only fair for me to ask you a question now, Eva,” Nell said.

“Yeah? Go ahead,” Eva replied.

“Not that it is important, but what caused you to come over here to perform your dissection with us? You behaved as if you were specifically looking for us, came over here, sat down, and got right to work without even saying anything.”

“O-oh. Uh… I just… kind of thought that it’s what I’m supposed to do now, isn’t it? If we’re all officially together now… aren’t I supposed to spend time with all of you and do stuff around you?”

“I expected that was the case,” Nell said, following it up with a giggle. “I still wished to hear it directly from you, though.”

“Why?”

“Because I thought it would be cute if I heard you say it in front of us. It was, in fact, very cute.”

“I’m not used to being called cute…”

“How cute.”

“She’s got a point. You’re being pretty cute right now,” Fenrir said. Between Nell and Fenrir both calling Eva cute, she started to sink into her chair just as Azalabulia did earlier.

“Cute,” Serra said, causing Eva to tilt her head downward.

“You’re cute when you’re not trying to kill me,” Cassiel said, further continuing Eva’s descent into her chair.

“I – I want to call you cute, too,” Azalabulia said.

Cute, cute, cute, cute, and cute. All Eva could hear was that word being repeated over and over again. Between being overwhelmed with that unfamiliar word and Nell’s hands working her shoulders, Eva found herself in a state of confusion where she had no idea how she was supposed to react.

So, instead of knowing how to react, she tried her best not to blush while having nowhere to look but down.

Needless to say, she was very cute.

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